The Cut
Yeah, Uh huh
Sub Z in the buildin'
Castro
Damn who's that chick you got over there?
Na it's a lil chick, boy, she bad as fuck?
Aye
Man go ahead and tell him who this is man, For real
It's that boi Castro
In a all Black Lac
Got it off yo Bitch
And I ain't neva give it back
I know yo ass is salty
I can see that u mad
She outchea suckin on my dick
And I ain't even have to ask
I told her break bread
And she ain gimmie no gimmie no lip
She Cashed yo whole check
And then she spent it on my kids
I send yo hoe back
When she runnin outta ends
I put her on the track
To get me closer to my dreams
Closer to my dreams
That's all I've ever wanted
I'ma Soulja But It seems
I can't follow, yo orders
I get it from my Momma
Hard headed, I ain't sorry
Auntie always told me
That's yo Family
We got problems
Free my dawg CJ
Locked off in the clinka
Fuck dem crazy hoes,Rize
I can't leave em lone neitha
Baby mama trippin
But I ain't listenin
It's way to many hoes
Out here singin all my writtens
Now they pay attention
Now they wanna listen
When was down and out
Y'all was no where in my vision
But I ain't even stuntin that
Jus show me where my money at
Look inside my eyes
And you can see that i go dummy jack
Do you want these problems
Is it fuckin with yo conscience
Does it kill you deep inside
To know I fucked her wit no condom
And I don't even love her no
I can't neva trust no hoe
I just hit it once
But neva let that bitch get comfortable
I been about my business
I been about my grip
I'm healthy, and I'm buildin
With All Due Respect
Just in case you ain hear me
That's my muhfukn team
Ima Feed yo ass my crumbs
Cause I'ma Muhfukn King
I'ma muhFuckn Monsta
I'ma muhfukn God
You could feel my shit inside you
Just in case you get alarmed
Why you hatin on my style
Why you hatin on my Craft
Why yo bitch know every line
Every time I drop a trackIt's that boi Castro
In a all Black Lac
Got it off yo Bitch
And I ain't neva give it back
I know yo ass is salty
I can see that u mad
She outchea suckin on my dick
And I ain't even have to ask
I told her break bread
And she ain gimmie no gimmie no lip
She Cashed yo whole check
And then she spent it on my kids
I send yo hoe back
When she runnin outta ends
I put her on the track
To get me closer to my dreams
Dotchi in the Buildin'
Castro in the Buildin'
Ay Ar in the Buildin'
Let's get it!
SQUAD
It's your boy Sub Z in a white Avalanche
Y'all can't touch me, y'all don't even have a chance
Gimme the loot! Gimme the loot!
Imma need a cash advance
Callin' out my name better call an ambulance
Go ahead and ask ya man y'all ain't fuckin' with Sub
Chillin' with your shorty she just cuttin' it up
She drinking from my drink while I'm touching her but
Look her in the eyes she just wanting to fuck.
Here the bump in the trunk, from the D to the Funk
I am what I smoke, I'm just keepin' it blunt
You know where I live, you can creep if you want
Roll up in a hooptie, you gon' leave in the trunk
Like BOOM
Make room
Imma' drop a tape soon, so stayed tuned
Too sick to breaktrough
To stage 2
Break backs and break rules
The Bass boom
The Bass boom
It's the Mic Checka
Smoked a Trifecta
Strain Train Wreck ya
Making blue cheddar
Pink Placentas pop for my pleasure
Stop won't let ya, you can do better
HUH
Sub Z in the buildin'
Castro
Damn who's that chick you got over there?
Na it's a lil chick, boy, she bad as fuck?
Aye
Man go ahead and tell him who this is man, For real
It's that boi Castro
In a all Black Lac
Got it off yo Bitch
And I ain't neva give it back
I know yo ass is salty
I can see that u mad
She outchea suckin on my dick
And I ain't even have to ask
I told her break bread
And she ain gimmie no gimmie no lip
She Cashed yo whole check
And then she spent it on my kids
I send yo hoe back
When she runnin outta ends
I put her on the track
To get me closer to my dreams
Closer to my dreams
That's all I've ever wanted
I'ma Soulja But It seems
I can't follow, yo orders
I get it from my Momma
Hard headed, I ain't sorry
Auntie always told me
That's yo Family
We got problems
Free my dawg CJ
Locked off in the clinka
Fuck dem crazy hoes,Rize
I can't leave em lone neitha
Baby mama trippin
But I ain't listenin
It's way to many hoes
Out here singin all my writtens
Now they pay attention
Now they wanna listen
When was down and out
Y'all was no where in my vision
But I ain't even stuntin that
Jus show me where my money at
Look inside my eyes
And you can see that i go dummy jack
Do you want these problems
Is it fuckin with yo conscience
Does it kill you deep inside
To know I fucked her wit no condom
And I don't even love her no
I can't neva trust no hoe
I just hit it once
But neva let that bitch get comfortable
I been about my business
I been about my grip
I'm healthy, and I'm buildin
With All Due Respect
Just in case you ain hear me
That's my muhfukn team
Ima Feed yo ass my crumbs
Cause I'ma Muhfukn King
I'ma muhFuckn Monsta
I'ma muhfukn God
You could feel my shit inside you
Just in case you get alarmed
Why you hatin on my style
Why you hatin on my Craft
Why yo bitch know every line
Every time I drop a trackIt's that boi Castro
In a all Black Lac
Got it off yo Bitch
And I ain't neva give it back
I know yo ass is salty
I can see that u mad
She outchea suckin on my dick
And I ain't even have to ask
I told her break bread
And she ain gimmie no gimmie no lip
She Cashed yo whole check
And then she spent it on my kids
I send yo hoe back
When she runnin outta ends
I put her on the track
To get me closer to my dreams
Dotchi in the Buildin'
Castro in the Buildin'
Ay Ar in the Buildin'
Let's get it!
SQUAD
It's your boy Sub Z in a white Avalanche
Y'all can't touch me, y'all don't even have a chance
Gimme the loot! Gimme the loot!
Imma need a cash advance
Callin' out my name better call an ambulance
Go ahead and ask ya man y'all ain't fuckin' with Sub
Chillin' with your shorty she just cuttin' it up
She drinking from my drink while I'm touching her but
Look her in the eyes she just wanting to fuck.
Here the bump in the trunk, from the D to the Funk
I am what I smoke, I'm just keepin' it blunt
You know where I live, you can creep if you want
Roll up in a hooptie, you gon' leave in the trunk
Like BOOM
Make room
Imma' drop a tape soon, so stayed tuned
Too sick to breaktrough
To stage 2
Break backs and break rules
The Bass boom
The Bass boom
It's the Mic Checka
Smoked a Trifecta
Strain Train Wreck ya
Making blue cheddar
Pink Placentas pop for my pleasure
Stop won't let ya, you can do better
HUH
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Writer(s): Sean Lewis
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